Games with the Orc (Monster Smash Agency, #1)

by Kathryn Moon

Harry loved me for who he thought I was, and while that woman wasn't a lie—productive, cheerful, mild, and agreeable—she wasn't the complete picture, either.

I knew I was the villain of the story in this moment.

I'd spent almost three years trimming little pieces of myself away to fit into a life with Harry. Not because he'd asked me to, but because I was scared of what I secretly wanted. Because what Harry offered was safer, simpler. I told myself that I was cultivating a life that made sense for me.

"I'm not even sure I really want the things I think of, or if I just…like thinking about them."

SAME!

But wait, there's more!"

Billy mayes here! Lololol

There was no rule of thumb on what kind of person wanted an orc to hunt and ravish and fuck them until they couldn't stand.

I volunteer as tribute.

Yes, a soft voice in my head sighed.

"You said, not really. Women spend too much time pretending to be comfortable."

Well damn

He deserved to suffer at the hands of romance.

Bent over unrolling a new carpet in the living room and start daydreaming about getting railed from behind? Switch gears and finish putting up those succulent shelves in the bathroom!

Her old car might need its alignment checked after this. Worth it. I would take care of her now.

"Well, I wasn't about to tell you how unprofessional I was being," I said.

She would start the laundry this morning and forget it by the afternoon, but I would move everything into the dryer. If Sunny's kink was the games we played in bed, mine was completing her half finished projects throughout the day.

Be still, my ADHD heart. The Orc is fictional , i cant has.

Being “petal” was playful and naughty and sweet. Being “mate” was being cared for and reminded of belonging. I loved both roles.